Chapitre 68: Chapter 68

"Charlie," he grits, his tone hard. I swallow, dumbfounded. He's alive! I didn't kill him! My heart thuds with joy, but my body pulsates with terror. Is he going to kill me? I glance to the bathroom door and back to Landon. It's my only escape, locking myself in the bathroom while Jayden runs for help. He cocks his head to the side, like he knows I'm up to no good. Without a second thought, I bolt toward the bathroom door and shut it. Just as my fingers go to push the button on the knob to lock it, the door thrusts open with so much power it nearly throws me into the tub.

"You can't run from me, Charlie," Landon barks, slamming the door behind him. His size takes up every free inch the small bathroom holds. He looks good, like damn good. He has on a black dress shirt and jeans that hang deliciously low. I've never seen him in jeans before, come to think of it. I shake my head and look the other way.

"You can't hide, either," he growls eerily.